Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 54. köideHarper's Magazine Company, 1877 |
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... called forth by the simplest wants , and for which nature furnished the models , we have matter for thought in the animal forms and the bottle - shaped vessels with the opening in the side of the neck . The pipes of clay and stone ...
... called forth by the simplest wants , and for which nature furnished the models , we have matter for thought in the animal forms and the bottle - shaped vessels with the opening in the side of the neck . The pipes of clay and stone ...
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... called ) knew by this time all the value of unculti- vated gratitude . And her virtues were so many that it took a long time to find them out , for she never put them forward , not knowing whether they were good or bad . In less than a ...
... called ) knew by this time all the value of unculti- vated gratitude . And her virtues were so many that it took a long time to find them out , for she never put them forward , not knowing whether they were good or bad . In less than a ...
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... called it , where people sat to dry themselves , there was a man , and only one . I was dressed in black , and could not be seen , though I could see them so clearly ; and I doubted whether to pass through , upon my way to the larder ...
... called it , where people sat to dry themselves , there was a man , and only one . I was dressed in black , and could not be seen , though I could see them so clearly ; and I doubted whether to pass through , upon my way to the larder ...
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... called Ygorrotes , who have never been conquered by the Span- iards . These mountain people are simple enough in their industries . Their loom is of the simplest kind . Mr. Jagor saw a wom- an operating one . The upper end , the chain ...
... called Ygorrotes , who have never been conquered by the Span- iards . These mountain people are simple enough in their industries . Their loom is of the simplest kind . Mr. Jagor saw a wom- an operating one . The upper end , the chain ...
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... called the common law , and is deeply re- spected . Whatever liberty it allows to men or women is held sacred in our courts , until directly and explicitly withdrawn by some act of the legislature . Under this ancient lib - to protect ...
... called the common law , and is deeply re- spected . Whatever liberty it allows to men or women is held sacred in our courts , until directly and explicitly withdrawn by some act of the legislature . Under this ancient lib - to protect ...
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Page 459 - Either some Caesar or Napoleon will seize the reins of government with a strong hand, or your republic will be as fearfully plundered and laid waste by barbarians in the twentieth century as the Roman Empire was in the fifth, with this difference, that the Huns and Vandals who ravaged the Roman Empire came from without, and that your Huns and Vandals will have been engendered within your own country by your own institutions.
Page 303 - Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Page 316 - ANNOUNCED by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house 'at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 458 - But the time will come when New England will be as thickly peopled as Old England. Wages will be as low, and will fluctuate as much with you as with us. You will have your Manchesters and Birminghams, and in those Manchesters and Birminghams hundreds of thousands of artisans will assuredly be sometimes out of work. Then your institutions will be fairly brought to the test.
Page 264 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on...
Page 440 - Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
Page 262 - ... because our shins were kicked. Yonder sit forty cherry-cheeked boys, thinking about home and holidays to-morrow. Yonder sit some threescore old gentlemen pensioners of the Hospital, listening to the prayers and the psalms. You hear them coughing feebly in the twilight, — the old reverend blackgowns. Is Codd Ajax alive? you wonder — the Cistercian lads called these old gentlemen Codds...
Page 262 - I'd sit, .as now I'm sitting, In this same place — but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear, dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup. I drink it as the Fates ordain it. Come, fill it, and have done with rhymes: Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times.
Page 458 - Distress everywhere makes the laborer mutinous and discontented, and inclines him to listen with eagerness to agitators who tell him that it is a monstrous iniquity that one man should have a million, while another cannot get a full meal.